Broken, but okay

A broken family.
Where 6 kids and 2 parents feel lonely.
Its a different feeling.
Knowing your mentally sick siblings are probably, no, definitely depressed, kill me.
Im not weary im depressed, it is me.
I think its just some genetically paired feeling.
My biological father still probably cares for some reason.
Where every enemy declared is screaming in his head, telling him he cant stand without leaving.
Im scared to death for him.
Cause if we meet, you better be saving your breath to kill me.
Cause if we pair, bitch, your fucking dead with your death bed already waiting.

Or I could kill myself.
Ha...
Funny ain't it.
Im my own therapist with sessions every day and we've never had a damn conversation.
But fuck it.
I won three poetry conpetitions already.
Ive had to clean cut and edit.
To submit an entry without being called some psychopath and reject it.
Bitch, im fucking empathetic.
Take a look at this piece and accept it.
Im a lions wrath and offensive.
Im racist, sexist, tempted to place a bet and regret it.
Bet to make a stand and pledge it.
Take a step back and I swear ill take armageddom.
And shove it in your face, im rare shaped and that's what your head is.
Im a representative of someone who stands for hate, drunk on sedative.
Fuck you if your sensitive, im your mental enemy and my experience with life is.
A one way road and man, I fight to die.
So if there is another thing in mind, I guess I need to try to change what my objective is.